AN: Hi! I got the idea for this one from a suggestion from Soraya the All Speaker: Sarutobi asks Tsunade to spend the day with Naruto. I ended up warping it a bit, but I guess the end result matches up, but a small amount of inference is needed to figure out the main plot. Whatever, just read...

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She sat in her teacher's office, legs crossed like a little lady and her heel dangling from her foot. She was quiet as she waited for him to finish his paperwork, twiddling a bang of her hair and applying some lipstick.

"It has certainly been a while, Tsunade…" The old man smiled as he laid his pen down on the mahogany desk and focused his eyes on her. His crow's feet were dominating his face and the parenthesis around his mouth seemed to be separating his face. Tsunade stared at her sensei for some time before she answered; he looked so much older, like decades had passed instead of just six quick years.

"That it has, Sarutobi sensei." She smiled back politely, remembering her manners.

"Everything's changed so much in the six years I've been away. The village seems brighter than ever." Tsunade breathed faux enthusiasm.

"There's no need for such civility, princess. You've just returned from a long journey, relax, unwind, curse for heaven's sake." Sarutobi laughed as he leaned back in his chair and looked his only female student over. It was a miracle, well he wasn't naïve enough to fall for her tricks, but it looked like she hadn't aged a day over twenty.

"I just thought, what the hell? I've spent enough damn time wandering all over, I might as well just come home…" Tsunade announced with finality as she started lightly chewing on her fingernail.

"That's good to hear, my dear. Have you seen anyone you remember?" She was about to tell him no, but stopped when she remembered running into someone at the market.

"There was this one little boy…he struck me so odd." Sarutobi visibly stiffened, almost immediately knowing whom his student was talking about.

"He was this tiny little boy, couldn't have been older than five or six…and he had this shock of blonde hair and these beautiful blue eyes. I almost knocked him over, he was darting through the market so fast I barely saw him sprint past me." Tsunade's eyes lit up at the memory of the child streaking past her like lightning, leaving her long coat to fly in his wind.

"That was Naruto…" Sarutobi breathed, his eyes meeting Tsunade's. Her brown were frozen, like a deer's when they get caught in the headlights of a truck. Her back was straight and her mouth was nearing gaping, the poor woman looked about to faint.

"My Naruto…?" She could barely breath it out; the words seemed to stick in her throat like a thick fog. The only thing her teacher did was nod, the faintest of grins tugging at his lips.

"But I thought…he-."

"There was a mix up that night…what with the hospital getting hit and all the chaos. I myself didn't find out until about a month ago, that's why I sent for you…" The old man stated calmly, weary eyes watching the blonde's every move, waiting for her revolt.

"Where is he now?"

"He should be at school."

"Should be?"

"He's well known for not having the best attendance…"

"And why is that?" Sarutobi was quiet after his student's last piercing question.

"He's a lot like you…he constantly has to be in motion, he gets bored in class and skips so he can go run around." Tsunade looked a bit outraged, she redirected her eyes away from her teacher.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." His office was dimly lit, but Sarutobi could see the blush tinting her ivory cheeks. The two were quiet, Sarutobi still watching Tsunade while she quietly sat with eyes watching her feet, absorbing all of this information.

"Would you like to spend the day with him?" Her head snapped up faster than he had ever seen her move and her eyes were on him like white on rice.

"Yes-I mean, I would love to."

"Well you'd better hurry, class just let out." Sarutobi cocked his head over to the wall of windows behind him, directing her gaze towards the courtyard of the Academy where the children filed out like cockroaches.

When he looked back, she was already gone.

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"Move it blondie!" The class bully grunted as he shoved the smaller boy out of his way, said child tumbling to the ground.

"Hey!" The six year old shouted back, indignant anger rolling off him in waves as his bright blue eyes glared daggers at the much bigger boy.

"You say something, stupid? Couldn't hear you over the wind, squeaky!" Six year-old bully tactics, it needed work.

The little blonde sat in the dirt, eyes still angry but courage quickly evaporating in the shadow of the big bully.

"Don't push me around! One day you're gonna have ta respect me when I'm Hokage!" He roared like a little lion and got to his feet, puffing out his chest in front of the bully who stood a good three inches taller.

"Hokage?" The kid sniggered in disbelief and had to hold the tears that were threatening to burst from his eyes.

"You think you're gonna be Hokage? No stupid blonde can ever be Hokage cept' the fourth, but you'll never be that awesome!" His groupies around him pointed and laughed at the small boy, slapping fives and keeping their tails between their legs around the big one in the middle. His anger rising with each finger aimed his way and every laugh; the small boy opened his mouth again.

"You got a problem with blondes, fat kid?" A sharp voice from behind the group of kids prodded. The fat kid in question turned around, anger on his face.

"Who're you callin' fat?" When his eyes met the source of the voice, he stopped. Like literally, he might have even stopped his heart from beating.

Before him stood a gorgeous woman, a green coat draping around her and heels lifting her a good two or three inches off the ground. And her hair, her wild blonde hair was tied back into two silky pigtails with long bangs framing her youthful face, a set of honey-brown eyes glaring daggers at the kid.

"You, dough boy. What does your mom pack you for lunch? A small buffet of roasted pork?" Tsunade lowered herself to his eye level with a serious look stamping her face. The boy could only stammer out broken vowels and wispy syllables, never once forming a whole word.

"Just because we're blonde doesn't automatically make us dumb. I happen to be fluent in feudal Japanese and a skilled medical ninja. Not to mention I excel in taijutsu and have an I.Q higher than your daily calorie intake, fat-body." Tsunade pissed all over his corn flakes and then some, never leaving room for argument.

"So I suggest you think next time you open your mouth, you never know, we're chock full of surprises us blondes." She stood straight and walked past him, the boy's mouth still agape and his cronies blanching by the second. Tsunade sauntered over to her blonde babe on the ground, his eyes wide as he watched her get closer.

"You're Naruto, right? Are you okay?" Tsunade asked him gently as she squatted before him with a hand outstretched, a small smile tugging at her lips. Naruto kept staring at her; absolutely dumbfounded someone had stopped to help him.

"I-I'm okay. Thank you…" He didn't realize how hoarse his voice was, he sounded like he hadn't had a drink in days. He took her hand and rose with her, surprised how soft her hands were and how nice she smelled, like powdery flowers. Once he was back on his feet, he looked to the spot where the bullies were standing. They were gone now.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about them anymore…" She looked down on the six year-old who was wiping the dirt from his pants.

"What's your name?" Naruto asked, looking up and meeting his savior's eyes, the honey-brown orbs were dazzling in the sunlight. She smiled, a platinum grin, and answered with the wind blowing her hair.

"I'm Tsunade."

Yay, another one! This chapter was inspired by a reader, you can give me ideas in reviews or PM's. I'm always looking for ideas, so if you have any, please shoot them my way!

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